1. One Night in Copenhagen


    Date: 2/25/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    old man?” “I’d love that and you’re right, you certainly don’t look like a wise old man.” “Oh, and what do I look like?” She stood up, shifting one hip to the side and posed like a sexy model with one hand on the back of her head causing her tits to strain the tight sweater. She stepped towards me and her knees touched my knees. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “Tell me what you think I look like.” “You don’t want to know what I think. I’m supposed to be a good boy, aren’t I? “I didn’t say I would be a good girl, did I?” She smirked then walked over to her cello, picked it up, along with her bow and sat down with the shiny brown instrument between her knees. She glanced at me, “This is my favorite Bach Partita,” she said, then closed her eyes and began playing. I was fascinated watching her play, her bow moving vigorously, her fingers moving quickly and smoothly up and down the strings, the deep mellow sounds filling the room, the rapid notes, her brows creased in concentration, her long blonde hair flailing as she moved her head from side to side, then leaned over the cello, moving her ears closer to her fingers on the strings, listening to the delicate passage she was playing. Then she sat straight and her eyes looked up at the ceiling then closed. Her whole body swayed with the music, her energy radiating, warming me and drawing me into the intensity of her playing. Again, she closed her eyes as she played a slow passage and bit her lower lip, then opened them, ...
    and gazed into mine like she was speaking to me through the soft, sensual sound of the cello. I can’t believe she’s looking at me like that. What’s happening? I watched her playing and the intensity in her eyes as she gazed at me made my cock hard and I knew she was seducing me. She closed her eyes again and returned to the rapid, vigorous playing, the intensity building, her fingers moving up and down the strings, moving faster, and I could feel her passion, her intensity, the energy of her playing. Her body swaying with the music filled me with desire for her. When she finished, the sudden silence was like a gasp, a breathless gasp. She held the bow still on the strings, her eyes closed. She took a deep breath. My cock was bulging in my jeans. I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone before. When she opened her eyes, we gazed at each other in the silence. Though mesmerized by her music, I knew her playing was a prelude to something we would never forget. She placed the cello on the floor, the bow on top and she came to me and without a word straddled my legs. With her arms around my shoulders, we kissed, gently at first, then deeply as if this was inevitable, as if the whole evening of conversation, of walking through the park, of sharing our stories, our lives, our hopes and desires was bringing us together in the most unexpected way. It felt so right, so real, so destined, as if the sound of her cello transcended words and brought us to this moment of wanting each other ...
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